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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.