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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Rakim,
EPMD,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.