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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Modern Lovers to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
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.