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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.