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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.