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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists 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?
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.