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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.