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 United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.