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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.