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 Italy and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.