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 Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.