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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.