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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.