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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.