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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Can,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.