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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Sound to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.