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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.