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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Silicon Teens 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.