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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
This Heat,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.