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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Scion to the dance 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.