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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Names to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.