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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.