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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.