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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.