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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.