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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.