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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.