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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.