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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.