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 Russia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
DNA,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.