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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.