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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.