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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Scion,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.