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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.