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 Andorra and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 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 Scion 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.