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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Reagan Youth to the dance 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Can,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.