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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 oboe 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.