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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.