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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.