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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the techno 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Neu!,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Television,
John Cale,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.