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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.