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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
X-102,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.