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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Pole,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.