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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Bad Manners to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.