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 Andorra and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.