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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Wasted Youth to the disco 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Television,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.