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 Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Q65,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.