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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.