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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.