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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
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.