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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.