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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 rock 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
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.