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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.