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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.