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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Boredoms,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.