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 Papua New Guinea 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.