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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.