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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.