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 Monaco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.