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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Faraquet to the rock 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.