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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.