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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.