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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.