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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.