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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.