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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Mars,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.