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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Agent Orange 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Can,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.