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 Burundi and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Kurtis Blow 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Wire,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
UT,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.