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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
DNA,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.