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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Beijing and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.