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 Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Country Teasers to the dance 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Main Source,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.