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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.