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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.