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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.