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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the jazz 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Faust,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.