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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.