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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.