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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.