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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Scion 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 crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.