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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.