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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.