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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.