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 Tonga and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.