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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flipper to the rock 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Swans,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.