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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Oneida,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.