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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Nas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.