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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.