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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.