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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.