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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
MDC,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.