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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.