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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.