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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.