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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.