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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Cure 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 funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.