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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 the Normal to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.