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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Crime,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Drexciya,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.