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 Tonga and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.