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 Dominica 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Finger to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.