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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.