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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.