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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Cramps 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.