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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cramps to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.