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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.