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 Jordan 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.