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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.