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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.