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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
UT,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.