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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.