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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
The Litter,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.