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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.