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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Move to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.