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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.