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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.