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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Ludus,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.