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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wire to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.