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 Cyprus 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
MDC,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.