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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.