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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.