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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.