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 Slovakia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.