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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
UT,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Japan,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.