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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Colin Newman 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.