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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.