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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.