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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
AZ,
Slave,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.