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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
The Residents,
Moebius,
the Human League,
UT,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.