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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.