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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.