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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Associates 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.