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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.