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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.