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 India and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Gories to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.