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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.