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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Pole,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.