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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.