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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Smog,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.