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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Niagra,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.