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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.