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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Brick,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.