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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.