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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.