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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.