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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.