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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.