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 Iran and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Brick,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.