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 Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless 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?
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.