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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.