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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.