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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.