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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.