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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.