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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Model 500,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.