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 Kosovo 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.