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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Smog,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Can,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.