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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.