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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Index,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
The Index,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.