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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.