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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.