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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.