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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Slackers to the dance 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.