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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.