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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.