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 El Salvador 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.