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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.