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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.