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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
10cc,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.