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 Germany 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.