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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.