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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 mellotron 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 Depeche Mode to the punk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.