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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.