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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Barry Ungar to the grime 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.