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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.