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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.