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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.