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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
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.