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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Fear,
Wire,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.