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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Television,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.