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 United States and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar 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?
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.