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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.