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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.