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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.