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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dirtbombs to the techno 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.