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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
MC5,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
ABC,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.