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 Mexico and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.