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 Estonia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.