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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 The Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.