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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.