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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Victims to the crunk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.