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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.