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 Tajikistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.