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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Alphaville to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
The Names,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Smog,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.