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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 mellotron 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 Youth Brigade to the punk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.