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 Niger and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.