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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.