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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.