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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Television,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
AZ,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.