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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.