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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.