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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.