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 Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Brothers Johnson to the rock 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.