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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.