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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.