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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 synthesizer 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Index,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.