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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Associates to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.