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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.