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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.