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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Main Source,
PIL,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.