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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.