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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.