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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Scion,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.