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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 The Stooges to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.