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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 MC5 to the rock 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.