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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.