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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.