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 Haiti 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Skaos to the grime 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.