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 Pakistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.