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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.