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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.