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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.