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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.