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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Television,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.