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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s 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 Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.