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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Pole,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.