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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
ABC,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.