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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.