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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Technova,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.