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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Mars,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.