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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Faust to the funk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.