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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mummies to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Pole,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.