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 San Marino and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bad Manners 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
10cc,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.