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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Can,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.