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 Denmark 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.