Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.