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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.