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 Lithuania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.