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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.