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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 New Order to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.