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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.