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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.