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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.