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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the punk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.