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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.