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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.