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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.