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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Lightning Bolt to the techno 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.