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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.