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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Joey Negro to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.