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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.