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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.