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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Motorama to the jazz 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.