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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.