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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Audionom,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.