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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.