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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Motorama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.