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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Neu!,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.