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 Botswana and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.