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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.