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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.