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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.