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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Can to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Organ,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.