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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.