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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
MC5,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.