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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.