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 Taiwan 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.