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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.