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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.