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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Erasure,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
The Human League,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.