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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.