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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.