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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.