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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
CMW,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.