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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.