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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.