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 Fiji and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Organ,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.