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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.