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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.