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 Hungary and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.