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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.