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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Tremeloes to the disco 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.