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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.