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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.