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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.