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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.