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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
the Association,
AZ,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.