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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Victims 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.