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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Litter to the grunge 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Cluster,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.