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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.