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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.