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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.