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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 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 Suicide to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.