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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.