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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.