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 Greece and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
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,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.