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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.