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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The American Breed 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.