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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.