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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Don Cherry to the rap 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.