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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.