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 Cameroon and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.