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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.