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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.