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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Mummies to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Index,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.