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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Remains to the grunge 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.