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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.