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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.