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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.