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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
June Days,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.