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 Togo 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.