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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Can,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.