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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.