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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Crime,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.