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 Dominica 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.