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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.