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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.