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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Wally Richardson 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.