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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.