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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Doors,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.