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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.