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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.