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 Latvia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Pole,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.