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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.