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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Suburban Knight to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.