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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Gong,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.