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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.