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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Visage,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.