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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Liliput,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.