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 China and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Association to the dance 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.