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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fall to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.