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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vogues to the techno 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
The Index,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.