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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Technova,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.