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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.