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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.