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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.