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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bad Manners to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
JFA,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.