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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.