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 China and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.