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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.