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 South and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
The Sound,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.