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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 PIL to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Television,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.