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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Visage,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.