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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.