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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.