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 London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.