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 Tonga and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.