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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
The Names,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Index,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.