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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.