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 Mongolia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.