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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.