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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.