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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 rhodes 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.