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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.