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 Finland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.