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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.