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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Crime,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.