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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.