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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.