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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.