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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Half Japanese to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.