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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.