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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.