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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Whodini,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.