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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.