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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja 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?
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.