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 Thailand 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.