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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Brick,
Deepchord,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.