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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.