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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Victims to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.