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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.