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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
the Association,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.