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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.