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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Franke,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.