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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
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Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.