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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fugs 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Can,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.