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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fugs to the grunge 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.