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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.