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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.