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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.