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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.