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 Burundi 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.