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 Monaco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Victims to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.