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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.