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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.