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 El Salvador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.