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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.