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 Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.