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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slackers to the techno 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.