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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.