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 India and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Country Teasers to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.