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 London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
PIL,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.