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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.