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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Organ,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.