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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.