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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
the Swans,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.