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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Can,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
MC5,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.