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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave 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?
Fear,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.