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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Brick,
Oblivians,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.