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 United States and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.