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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.