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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man 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?
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.