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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 The Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.