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 Pakistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.