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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.