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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.