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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.