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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.