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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Electric Prunes 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.