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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.