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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.