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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.