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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.