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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.