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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.