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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.