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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.