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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 The Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.