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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.