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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.