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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.