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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Brick to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Television,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.