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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.