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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.