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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.