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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Slave,
Lalann,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.