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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
The Zeros,
X-101,
The Associates,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.