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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.