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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.