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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Monks,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.