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 Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Lyres to the rap 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.