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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.