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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Television,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.