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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 June of 44 to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.