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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
ABC,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.