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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.