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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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?
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.