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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 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 Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.