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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.