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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.