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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.