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 Panama and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.