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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.