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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.