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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.