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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.