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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.