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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.