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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 cv313 to the dance 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.