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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Nico,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.