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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Deadbeat to the grunge 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.