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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.