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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
The Names,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.