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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Cramps to the rock 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.