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 Korea South and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the dance 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.