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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
MC5,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
June Days,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.