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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lyres 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.