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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.