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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.