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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Organ,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.