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 Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
New Order,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.