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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
10cc,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.