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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.