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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.