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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Scion,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.