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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.