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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.