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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Das Ding to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.