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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Nas,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
The Monks,
the Association,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.