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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scratch Acid to the dance 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
AZ,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Organ,
Wire,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.