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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.