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 Austria 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.