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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slits to the rock 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.