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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Television,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.