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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
The Names,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.