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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.