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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.