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 Lebanon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.