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 Botswana and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.