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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.