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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.