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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 grime 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.