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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
the Association,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.