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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.