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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.