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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.