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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Index to the crunk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.