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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Can,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.