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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.