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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 United States of America to the electroclash 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.