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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.