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 Samoa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.