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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.