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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls 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?
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.