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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Joey Negro to the disco 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.