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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
the Association,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.