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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 sitar 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.