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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Index,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.