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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.