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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
MC5,
The Remains,
10cc,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.