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 Monaco and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the grime 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.