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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Faust,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.