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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Symarip 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
X-101,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.