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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.