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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.