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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Searchers to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.