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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Smog,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.