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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.