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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Fear,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.