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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Aloha Tigers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Wings,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.