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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.