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 Bangladesh 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.