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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.