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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.